Virgin Liar

Most people would start off an introduction with hello, but I'm not most people. When I send out e-mails (to family or friends - not work) I start off with "Word-up G!" I can't explain that, so don't ask. Everyone has a freak flag...some choose not to fly it. Mine flies in my middle name. Fenicle. Aside from what I write in this first "official" post, you're probably trying to remember high school French class. Racking your brain over what Fenicle really means. The suspense must be killing you!

Middle school is hell. Whether you are the bubbly, pretty blonde in Guess jeans, an ESPRIT shirt and Tretorn shoes or well…me. Imagine the monotone history teacher doing roll-call on the first day of school. In a class of 20 or so kids, you'd think first names would be sufficient. (Chances are there might be 2 Jennifer's?) This man felt it was necessary to read more, but butchering the last names wasn't enough for him. He felt compelled to read first, middle and last names. Out loud. Realizing what he was doing, I sat as he went through A-G, feeling my skin turn hot. My turn.

You'd have to ask my mom what drugs she was on when they let her sign my birth certificate. Granted, her intentions and sentimental determination to humiliate her only daughter on the first day of 6th grade were out of love. (She was obviously thinking way ahead.) First of all, the man couldn't pronounce this 3 syllable name. Second, he read it, looked at it, looked at me, and attempted repeating it louder. {Rhymes with pinnacle} Then, the question that echoes repeatedly in my dreams...."What does Fenicle mean?"

This is where my creativity was born. Up until this point I was a virgin liar. My sassy nature was born. My reply was simple and left no need for further explanation. "It's French for Nicole." Thus began my alter ego.

I have to admit, I've grown to love my middle name. It happened to be my grandmother's maiden name. She was one of 6 girls, so her parents had no one to carry on the family name. It's unique, it's different, it's odd, and it’s one-in-a-million. It's me. Enjoy!

New Year, New Goals

I hate to use the word "resolution" because it just sets you up for failure. One of my goals this year was to start a blog. I've been running a blog about our son's life for over a year. It's such a great way to update family and friends with pictures and stories. For the most part I try to write the blog from Ethan's point of view. As I read more and more blogs, I've been drawn to want to comment, but haven't. Because really who besides our family and friends would care about Ethan's blog? I'm somewhat technically challenged too. So setting all this up and remembering all the passwords is difficult. It took me until a few days ago to figure out how to include a comment section on a blog! And then Blogger insisted I update to a newer version, which totally through me off.

Back to this new blog - I have always had a journal. I enjoy writing. This is good outlet for me.